You guys make me genuinely laugh . I love it. Gig never used to post much else and if he did it would usually revolve around his ideal politics. I don't blame him for just posting pics/vids and then bouncing out. I'm pretty sure that we(me personally maybe)would give him a hard time for ruining other threads with his political philosophies. I miss giggan in chains and furcoats though.

I just think there are better ways to do the things he wants to do. Less court jester, more foppish rogue.

I'd love to see how its done! Maybe you can top being featured on Good Morning America and the James Fallon show with your superior tactics. I'm always accepting advice on how to improve, but you can't please everyone. There's a happy medium to understanding some people will always be upset no matter how respectfully you approach something. Just be sure to get video, or what you did might as well have never happened.

The thing on the bottom right (wing, hammer union) sits into the thing to the left of it (hub), then threads into the thing above it (threaded hub). The things that I cleaned up (dogs) hold the thing (wing) on the thing (hub) until it is threaded tight onto the thing (threaded hub). The respective hubs would be fitted on each end of a piece of round tubing (referred to in the field as iron, though it's not actually iron, but most likely steel) and are used to secure lengths of iron and fittings to each other.

More detailed? The dogs sit inside of the wing and keep it from falling off. The protrusions on the dogs (three dogs per wing) collide with the protrusion in the hub, therefore, keeping the wing from falling off. Another picture of connected wings:

Without those things I cleaned (dogs), those wings would be all loose and wanting to fall off.

I just think there are better ways to do the things he wants to do. Less court jester, more foppish rogue.

I'd love to see how its done! Maybe you can top being featured on Good Morning America and the James Fallon show with your superior tactics. I'm always accepting advice on how to improve, but you can't please everyone. There's a happy medium to understanding some people will always be upset no matter how respectfully you approach something. Just be sure to get video, or what you did might as well have never happened.

Yeah i know, you're just doing it for attention, you don't really want to "do" anything. It stems from childhood negligence, it's not your fault. Nobody likes being ignored, it causes a Peter Pan complex.

I just think there are better ways to do the things he wants to do. Less court jester, more foppish rogue.

I'd love to see how its done! Maybe you can top being featured on Good Morning America and the James Fallon show with your superior tactics. I'm always accepting advice on how to improve, but you can't please everyone. There's a happy medium to understanding some people will always be upset no matter how respectfully you approach something. Just be sure to get video, or what you did might as well have never happened.

Yeah i know, you're just doing it for attention, you don't really want to "do" anything. It stems from childhood negligence, it's not your fault. Nobody likes being ignored, it causes a Peter Pan complex.

Do you find you're more annoyed by anarchist types now that you have a kid?

It annoys me as a nihilist. Giggan has changed his views before. There's a moment of weightlessness between democrat and republican, between Christian and Buddhist; people will actually, though, go right from prayer to mindful chewing without missing a beat. During that free fall, after one set of ideals breaks apart, but before the other sets in, there must be at least a glimpse, even for the most radical mind, of that nihilist's truth, the sheer meaninglessness of it all which at the least must mean that you're not going to let these fickle, ever changing ideals, these attempts to organize a world of chaos, hurt or annoy somebody. That your ideals are fickle must mean at least that, even if you're not going to join the nihilist's club.

But Giggan will annoy people with his beliefs, change his beliefs, and then annoy people with his new ones. This is why what Franc said makes sense. He could be defending oil companies because, for Giggan, having an ideal to follow is what matters, not the ideal itself.

Law is his obsession. He feels that law has impeded his freedom and your freedom. He takes this opinion into threads about movies and pictures, and renders any discussion he can find into a discussion about politics, until law has in fact impeded the freedom of the forum, which is why people don't like his posts, he being the very embodiment of the force in law he detests, and even when it is a video in a court room or police station, he proving that humans can become emotional and irrational when annoyed, it is not without anger and arrogance that he berates some official.

And there must be some society of like-haired people, wearing Che t-shirts and smoking hookahs, loitering in front of no loitering signs while awaiting an anarchic upheaval, to whom videos such as he makes are the beef round which to sup; but he comes to us with this, the people he knows don't like it. The obsession is in the movies he watches, the books he reads, the clothes he wears, the people he hangs out with. But not the forum he uses. The only reason you come to somebody with something you know they'll disagree with is if you want to be told why you're wrong.

Is there still anything left of Fashion Parade Giggan, guitar parody Ironman song playing Giggan, or in trying to Giggan out of the control law has over you have you allowed law to Giggan into every facet of your life, forcing reality to agree that law is controlling you?

There's a moment of weightlessness between democrat and republican, between Christian and Buddhist; people will actually, though, go right from prayer to mindful chewing without missing a beat. During that free fall, after one set of ideals breaks apart, but before the other sets in, there must be at least a glimpse, even for the most radical mind, of that nihilist's truth, the sheer meaninglessness of it all which at the least must mean that you're not going to let these fickle, ever changing ideals, these attempts to organize a world of chaos, hurt or annoy somebody. That your ideals are fickle must mean at least that, even if you're not going to join the nihilist's club.

This is exactly where I have been stuck for so long. I believe in Nothing™ so fully and completely that I've been thinking of buying a marmot.

But Giggan will annoy people with his beliefs, change his beliefs, and then annoy people with his new ones. This is why what Franc said makes sense. He could be defending oil companies because, for Giggan, having an ideal to follow is what matters, not the ideal itself.

It is not what I wrote.

Gig is guided by ideology. What is more conventional than to be an idealist at his age, or than to be a libertarian in New Hampshire, one of the most privileged places on earth (homogeneity of population, prosperity, protection from violence thanks to both geographical favour and the most powerful army in the world, composed and paid for mostly by other Americans, generally less fortunate).

I tend to speculate that his personal fetishism for legal procedure and his taste for harassing petty civil servants will transform into a certain servility for powerful men without scruples, which are appreciated characteristics in high corporate circles.

What makes a nihilist happy? Certainly not the entire world being nihilist. That's... depressing, I think. So essentially whatever they're instinctually designed to like. Food, sex (sex with a very particular person in some cases), job satisfaction, adoration/acceptance (adoration makes me uncomfortable), etc. World peace? I think that depends. Everyone else's self-actualization? I doubt it. Otherwise, they're not ahead anymore. Things are arguably better than they've ever been in the world, in general, and I don't see any slowing down of the complaining (which is a good thing, don't get me wrong). Jealousy doesn't stop, nor does a lack of empathy towards those that are more well off than ourselves that still have relatively hard times, lest you're a groveling peasant.

So my conclusion is basically that those that go through that idea of meaninglessness in grander systems like religion and/or government and/or good will towards man, or whatever the fuck, will, or philosophically "should," more than anything base their life on "winning." Being ahead of everyone that you think matters. Being better-looking, making more money, being more secure, being more satisfied in your work, having more sex with more "valuable" partners (or gaining the love of a singular, perfect one), etc. We were always told that winning isn't everything. What they failed to specify is that they only meant that one 5th grade basketball game. Later on, we'd define what true victory is to ourselves as individuals depending on what we're good at, what we think we're good at, or, for the strongest of us, what we want to be good at.

These are just my views as a white-looking Mexican American male of moderate means.

ANYWAYYYY, my own quarter-life crisis aside, I see Giggan believes whole-heartedly that he's right. But for him to take pride in that, others (perhaps most) have to be wrong. I would think these visits are his validation of what he sees as his victory. He already has acceptance from people IRL, so yeah, he doesn't need that from us. Just the opposite.

I know Giggan isn't a nihilist, but I think the desire to "win" is deep inside us all. Some may have given up. In fact, I know many have. But... y'know... I don't think he's one of those people.

Since I'm relatively new, I'll leave my judgments at the door.
What exactly is it you're trying to accomplish? Sticking it to the man? Hanging out with friends and enjoying ruffling some feathers?
You say that in your ideal world there is no hierarchy; how is it that you plan to work toward that goal? To me it seems that munching on cupcakes and getting your ass wet isn't helping you reach that goal.
If you're truly committed to that ideal, perhaps you can work from a positive angle instead and make an effort to educate people on your points of view, rather than pushing their buttons, or just being there at them.
Just a thought.

I see Giggan believes whole-heartedly that he's right. But for him to take pride in that, others (perhaps most) have to be wrong. I would think these visits are his validation of what he sees as his victory. He already has acceptance from people IRL, so yeah, he doesn't need that from us. Just the opposite.

I know Giggan isn't a nihilist, but I think the desire to "win" is deep inside us all. Some may have given up. In fact, I know many have. But... y'know... I don't think he's one of those people.

Does any of that make sense?

It does. But if he wants to be right, he needs to be as demanding to himself and skeptical about his own ideas as he is judgemental to the others.

The problem with Giggan, I suspect, is that he has never really been up against any real oppression in his life. But he want's to have been.

So he creates it. He creates it in the safest most quietly calculated way imaginable. He creates it in a way that he knows he will win. In a way that he will simply be the annoyance in anothers day, the hair in their plate of sloppy joe.

Clogs up the system with methodical silliness and expects others to take it serious.

Is he out there being arrested for civil disobedience on a scale that actually has real repercussions on his life and could make real change for injustice? Sitting in front of tanks? Friends self immolating? Putting himself at any real risk for any real ideal against any real injustice that would change the world in any real way?

I quite paying attention to him after he posted about being "raided" and the included video was the fire marshal wanting to inspect make sure that the thirty some odd people living in the single family dwelling were not in danger of burning themselves to death due to being packed in like sardines. But it was a "raid".

Get the fuck over yourself.

If you were raided you would be in fear for your life. There would be guns on you and men and women in hardcore armor that you could not go up against. There would be screaming. You would be Afraid for you Life, Right then, Right there. In that moment.

What happened actually is something that he should have been ashamed of having happened. But instead he makes it into... Hey, we are so hard-fucking-core that they gotta come at us with the fucking fire marshall 'cause they got nothin' else. Sorta like what's his face being brought down over taxes huh? And he puts it on the internet for some sort of validation.

Something happened to me yesterday morning that I bet Gig would be proud to no end over.

Yesterday morning I had two cops at my door, first thing, me alone and in my nightgown. Threatening to arrest me for Criminal Mischief. Two men with guns and attitude threatening to haul me, with no panties or shoes on, me off in their cars for being a Big Bad Criminal.

Why? Because after paying my water bill and waiting all day for them to come turn it on as agreed, the city guys did not show. I had sick kids. I played by the rules and they didn't follow through, so evening came and we turned it on ourselves.

Morning comes and the city guys show up, see it is on but not of there doing, slam it off, put a padlock on it and call the damn fucking pigs.

Point of this story? That I would not share if it weren't for the whole point of this post?

Point of this post is yeah, I was treated in a way that could be construed as a violation of my rights, I believe my rights as a citizen were in fact violated. I was made to be afraid and treated as subhuman for, pretty much Nothing. I was threatened and I had something I paid for taken away from me simply because I needed it enough to take it right now rather than wait for the whim of someone else to come give it to me. I was accused of stealing something that falls from the sky.

But the point? The point is even the cops, once they chilled out (due to my scolding them and showing them they were being assholes) even they admitted that this was ridiculous. That, this, them being at my house first thing in the morning over THIS, just shows how ridiculously safe our neighborhood is... nothing better to do early on a Wednesday morning than harass a half dressed woman in her own home for paying her bills.

Giggan would get off on that shit. Rather than be embarrassed.

Because it is Safe.

Because Giggan creates problems that pose no real threat to anyone, least alone himself, and then feel being self righteous, and loud about them, proves he has some sort of worth. He is making some sort of change. Important Change.

Nah.

Giggan lives in a neighborhood so safe that putting some chalk on the ground and then not repenting of it is the worst problem going on.

Okay. Step by step.
This is the wire wheel. It spins at retardedly fast rpms and scratches shit off of metal.
Image number two is the wing and fitting, side by side, but separate. Let's put it together!
Image number three is the retainer ring. It's what holds the dogs in place (the things I cleaned up for an entire day that hold the wing in place)
Image number four. Retainer is on the hub.
Image number five. Wing goes on hub.
Image number six. Dogs go into wing.
Image number seven. Dogs in wing complete.
Image number eight. Fit retainer in allotted slot on dogs.
Image number nine. Completed. Retainer holds the dogs which holds wing. Dogs must be free of rust, because rust is bad for metal. Wire wheel cleans off rust.

I still do not know what the point of the whole contraption is? What does the thing that you shined up that goes in the other thing that needs be fitted just properly and sexy and the screws into the other shiny metal thing actually do?

Okay. Now we're talking. Specified question.
The whole contraption here, is called a "Flow tee". It allows flow (water, gas, etc.) to travel in two directions. The wing shown above will thread onto other iron or fittings that perform similar functions. The whole purpose of my job (in the field) is to flow liquids, solids, and gases from point a (the well) to point b (wherever the company wants it). It is flowed through contraptions like this. Pressure in the well is what powers the flow.

I thought the first episode was fine for what it was but not something I'd tune back in for. But nothing else was on so I stuck around for the rest of the page. And then the next.

I don't want to spoil anything for anyone who just skimmed through that section but, holy shit, do you think the writers intended for it to become this dark, psychological mystery thriller? I hope I don't have to wait until Monday to see how it ends. I might just reread it from the beginning. Knowing what I do now, I think I'll pick up on some clues that evaded me the first time.

I mean what do you think the "dogs" really are? I mean really? And why do they have wings? I have a theory about them really being the hero's flying pet doberman in disguise. But I guess we'll see where they take it.

What makes a nihilist happy? Certainly not the entire world being nihilist. That's... depressing, I think. So essentially whatever they're instinctually designed to like. Food, sex (sex with a very particular person in some cases), job satisfaction, adoration/acceptance (adoration makes me uncomfortable), etc. World peace? I think that depends. Everyone else's self-actualization? I doubt it. Otherwise, they're not ahead anymore. Things are arguably better than they've ever been in the world, in general, and I don't see any slowing down of the complaining (which is a good thing, don't get me wrong). Jealousy doesn't stop, nor does a lack of empathy towards those that are more well off than ourselves that still have relatively hard times, lest you're a groveling peasant.

So my conclusion is basically that those that go through that idea of meaninglessness in grander systems like religion and/or government and/or good will towards man, or whatever the fuck, will, or philosophically "should," more than anything base their life on "winning." Being ahead of everyone that you think matters. Being better-looking, making more money, being more secure, being more satisfied in your work, having more sex with more "valuable" partners (or gaining the love of a singular, perfect one), etc. We were always told that winning isn't everything. What they failed to specify is that they only meant that one 5th grade basketball game. Later on, we'd define what true victory is to ourselves as individuals depending on what we're good at, what we think we're good at, or, for the strongest of us, what we want to be good at.

These are just my views as a white-looking Mexican American male of moderate means.

ANYWAYYYY, my own quarter-life crisis aside, I see Giggan believes whole-heartedly that he's right. But for him to take pride in that, others (perhaps most) have to be wrong. I would think these visits are his validation of what he sees as his victory. He already has acceptance from people IRL, so yeah, he doesn't need that from us. Just the opposite.

I know Giggan isn't a nihilist, but I think the desire to "win" is deep inside us all. Some may have given up. In fact, I know many have. But... y'know... I don't think he's one of those people.

Does any of that make sense?

Truth makes a nihilist happy. A Christian can either say "Jesus is watching you," or "I believe that Jesus is watching you." One sentence is speculation, the other is truth. What makes a nihilist happy is when people are truthful.

It is like my post about the table, how I preferred to not have a table over any possible table. I used to walk in a little wooded area between a tennis court and the park, and then they put a walking path in. Now there's dog shit and dog walkers. Cement to walk on instead of grass.

Every time a non-nihilist tries to force meaning into something, they create a monstrosity where there was once senseless but beautiful harmony. I am fine with life being meaningless; it's only a problem because other people, with the drive to win or not lose, will kill and rape and maim and castrate and invade and destroy, all in sync with the meaning they have made up out of nothing. A nihilist shouldn't be defined by not believing in God because there is no proof of God being anything other than something mankind created. The nihilist isn't defined by his reaction to every meaningless thing.

I don't dislike Christmas because of anything to do with Christmas: trees, presents, Jesus. I dislike Christmas because I like December 25th. I don't think a day of infinite potential should be taken off the calender, should go uncelebrated for the rest of our lives. How many dates will we do this with? In one place they celebrate with dancing dragons, in another with party hats and a ball that falls, counting down to an arbitrary time that has been decided by the sake of nothing to be a new year. People will walk somewhere just because there's a path, but they won't walk in the same place when the only difference is that the ground is softer. Dancing dragons and Christmas trees and fireworks and party hats and easter eggs--it is all meaningless cacophony, and all people participating in such things could be, instead, wearing yellow jumpsuits and standing on their heads. If you build it they will come, because life is meaningless and they have nothing better to do.

Not only is half my calender gone due to non-nihilists striving for meaning; from age 5-16, Monday to Friday, 8:00am-3:30pm, my very freedom was taken from me. I was forced inside when I wanted to be outside, when I was so young and happy that all I required to be filled with wonder and excitement was to be outside. I was even fine with it. I knew I had to prepare for the work force to uphold our economic standing in a world where not striving for meaning in arbitrary things means that an outside power will invade and destroy you.

My freedom was gone and I was fine with it, because it made sense. I didn't quite feel raped until the teacher started telling me about her vacation. Until we spent a day watching a movie. They wanted me to sing, to hold hands with people I didn't like. It wasn't enough to take my freedom; a teacher fiending for meaning wanted my loss of freedom to mean something more, and being in school couldn't be about workforce training and learning to function in society, because it was about being special and unique and making friends.

Once you establish the rules of a game, even though that game is meaningless, you can't break the rules. You can't say I have to trade my freedom so I can learn, and then take my freedom on days when you don't even teach me anything. You can set up a chess board and explain the rules to me and I will play, but if you then ask to take your move back, add a new rule, or move a piece in a way it doesn't move, then you have rendered the chess game worse than meaningless; you have made it downright ugly.

The world would be no different to me if, every day, I had to wake up at 4:55am, walk out onto the front porch, see all of my neighbors on their porches, and then shout, "Doobitty boo!" and then spend three hours worshiping mice while wearing a lamp shade on my head. This behavior would be no different than making car parts to help destroy the world. It would be no different than putting up a Christmas tree. It would be the same thing: another failed attempt at creating meaning in a meaningless world.

The question is: How long before every second of the day, and our entire lives, are completely filled with this fruitless drive for meaning?

If I listened to every reasonable argument, that time would be now. The accountant thinks I'm insane for not doing my taxes. Take his scrawny ass to a gym and a personal trainer will think he's insane for letting himself go. Take the personal trainer to a priest and the priest will think he's insane for devoting his life to pleasures of the flesh. Take the priest to a scientist.

Sure, I could go back to school while working full time, I could brush my teeth three times a day and floss as much, one trip to the dentist every six months, celebrating every holiday, taxes once a year, renewing driver's license once a year, work out five times a week, get my oil checked every however many miles, raise some kids and go to their plays and baseball games, celebrate every time it's somebody's birthday, go to my massage therapist's wedding. I could absolutely fill my life.

Trying to create meaning in a meaningless world can turn out a lot of different ways. It most often leads to death, beauty, or boredom. Every second of life has infinite potential, which I find beautiful, and if life were not meaningless it couldn't be this way. What makes a nihilist happy is having that nothing that is infinite potential. Being able to walk through the hallway that was designed for walking through, without a table in the way. December 25th being, truthfully, December 25th, and not any deity's birthday. Being able to experience the joy and wonder of childhood without every second of it being taken from you by someone's idealism. If everyone were like me, you could walk to Niagara falls and have the whole place to yourself. No cities on either side of the water, just the geological truth that is meaningless and beautiful. Everyone would take that walk, once or twice, and be alone with the falls. People would walk where there is no walking path, instead of being morons who can't figure out how nice a place that is to walk, because there's no sign pointing to it. They would realize that there is beauty in meaninglessness, and that there is infinite potential wherever there is nothing, and they would see that wooded area for what it is rather than looking for meaning or an attempt at meaning and finding nothing.

When crowds used to get so excited at concerts that a party would break out, that was truth. Now parties are organized around concerts and people go expecting to party. The music doesn't drive them into a frenzy--wanting to be in a frenzy drives them into a mock-frenzy and then they go home and Twitter about it. It is beautiful that people experienced things they wanted to remember so badly that they figured out ways to permanently stain a reminder into their skin. It is not beautiful when someone hears tattoos are meaningful so they try to think of something meaningful to tattoo on themselves.

Nothing is sacred. It really is. If everyone were a nihilist, the world wouldn't be boring-- everyone IS a nihilist, or else they are nihilists who believe in bullshit. The nihilist avec bullshit is the root of all suffering, because all suffering is the defilement of nothing, that sacred nothing that is the infinite potential of life, so long as you're allowed to live it.

If everyone were a nihilist, there might still be Christians, but they would say, "I believe Jesus is watching you," and not, "Jesus is watching you," and so Christians would not feel they have the right to murder someone or to burn someone else's writing, and this would make a nihilist happy. A nihilist could have interesting conversations with Christian-nihilists, because instead of talking about religion as though it were fact, and having a dialogue that didn't make sense, religion would be discussed as a belief, and truth could be found.

In a nihilist's world, gold nuggets could sit on a beach for a hundred years, and nobody would care. A meadow would sit untouched a thousand years. Eventually, a nihilist would come along who has been looking for a meadow just like that, and it would suit his purpose the way a chess piece suits a chess board and nothing else. One day, someone would pick up that gold, not because of the ideal of its value and the financial gain, but because they really like gold, and nobody took it just to take it. It was left there because it was useless and thus sacred; the people walking by were not people who go to the movies when they don't know what's playing, but people who go because there is something they want to see. The people walking by the gold aren't constantly looking to fill every second of their lives with anything; they are content with nothing, and they will only try to create meaning if they believe that, in failing, they might create something beautiful. There would be no ugly necklaces. The gold would be there for the goldsmiths, silence would be there for the musician, freedom for the writer, the meadow for the architect, and nobody would look at Niagara Falls in all its glory and perfection and think for even a second that they have the right to change it.

Non-nihilists are demented. They think darkness is the opposite of light. Not only do they think that nothing can have an opposite, they have decided that the opposite of nothing is electromagnetic radiation, and they don't even know what that is. The non-nihilist doesn't look at the world objectively, and so misses all truth. They can see if the light is on and they can't if the light is off, and by that experience they understand light and darkness, natural things that have been before them and will be when they are gone, defined by the affect they have on themselves. This selfish interpretation leads to a human being the sum of their experiences, most of which are experiences created by the people before them as an answer to life's meaninglessness. All that is reciprocated is senseless. The non-nihilist is a sign that says OPEN on a store that's been closed for fifty years.

The nihilist doesn't care about winning and losing. Caligula is the non-nihilist, the guy who cares about meaningless outcomes to meaningless things. Caligula believed in the greatness of himself. He defiled politics, promoting his horse to lead the greatest thinkers of his day and place. He would watch a play and then get on stage and say everyone's lines, while people clapped so he didn't kill them. He erected a statue of himself in a chapel, in place of a God. He ordered his military to collect seashells and attack the sea, mocking the strength of his army. Caligula superimposed himself into everything he could and defiled every aspect of culture, from politics to military to art and religion. He was a man who cared about winning, about being better than, and he could not satisfy his drive to win because there is no such thing as victory. He owned a kingdom and everyone in it, and was angry all the time. He would never find enlightenment; he would destroy the potential of everything around him until someone shanked him in the dark, because he thought there was meaning, that there was something more to life than what he was destroying.

I had to live for sixteen years and travel four hundred miles north to hear silence for the first time. Every other second of my life I could hear cars. I can hear them now. That made me as happy as I've been as an adult. It was truly dark. Not the dark of cities that is never quite dark; you could not see in front of you, not even an inch. There's a little bit of Caligula in every non-nihilist, and instead of suffering meaninglessness in peace, we suffer it through the cacophony of everyone who suffered loudly, whose suffering had to kill something, change something, put a bunch of rules into motion. It is a world of white noise getting louder and brighter all the time. Nobody is allowed to keep their potential and do what they want with it. You become the ideas that are forced down your throat, the people whose company you're forced to endure, the jobs and schools you have to go to. The best you can hope for, to survive this chaos, is to become something of a chimeric, that even if you can't decide on the design of your life, you can decide on the patterns within it; that there might be in the final picture of yourself at least something that is you.

Freedom makes a nihilist happy. The nihilist has one law: Your bullshit can never interfere with someone else's bullshit, otherwise all we have is a shit storm. Giggan breaks that law. At this point in our civilization we have moved passed the Caligula's; no one's bullshit can affect our bullshit that much. But total freedom is an impossibility. If you don't have guns motherfuckers with guns WILL come and they WILL ruin your shit. Democracy is not a solution, it is a living compromise. The inherit evil of mankind means that the nihilist has already lost. We can't be free, we have to wear these lamp shades and worship, wear yellow jumpsuits and stand on our heads-- we have to, in some way, sacrifice our freedom so that the evil people don't come and kill us all. We must all be weakened so that no one can be Caligula again, and it sucks, but we have no choice and we're coping with it. We even managed to get freedom of speech. The bullshit is not so bad that you have to ruin it with bullshit. I would rather be a chimeric than be dead, and it isn't because I'm a coward. If democracy is what we needed to get out of the dark ages, then so be it. There are men who eat the hearts of children before invading and burning villages, believing themselves to be made immortal if they also chew the testicles, and Giggan is pestering some guy who issues parking tickets for a living. It's not like it's happy fun rainbow land or democracy. It's the guy chewing the kid's testicles or the money grubbing person that smiles about everything and won't stop popping valium, who thinks he's better than you because his car can go speeds it will never go.

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